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Furious Flood
A furious flood flows from her heart;
She fears her soul is tearing apart.
Her heart and mind always seem to fight
About the color of dark and light.
Tepid (wasted) tears trickle from sore eyes;
She knows she's feeling low when she cries.
Chorus:
A furious flood flows tonight,
Seems to move so lively in light.
A red river that was once a stream,
In the dark is a desperate dream;
But it's better to live here
Than in a life void of love and full of fear.
Life can be so cruel and unkind,
Even to the most precious mind.
Too many things to understand,
Like waves crashing on ocean sand,
Or how pain crawls inside and grows
Till pain and fear leave no repose.
She will not be afraid.
She will go when she should have stayed.
She doesn't fear feeling low,
Just that which she doesn't know.
...she lets the red flood flow.
Dark Despair
Her cheeks are red and damp,
Lit by her bedside lamp.
She sits by her window,
Allowing tears to flow.
She feels it nearing once again,
The dark despair
That has become her friend.
She'd walk away, if she could--
The dark despair
Creeps as no friend should.
Now she's cold and alone,
Sinking in a deep snow,
Forever falling down,
Never reaching the ground.
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